Chapter 88: Divine Intervention
Unable to contain himself any longer, Bayo leaned towards Adeola, whispering in Yoruba, "Ṣé kí n sọ nǹkan? Ìwọ̀nyí ń bà mí lẹ́rù. Ìwò rẹ̀ tí ó ní ìfẹ́kúfẹ̀ẹ́!" [Should I say something? This is really getting on my nerves. His lecherous staring!]
Adeola's lips quirked in a small smile, amusement dancing in her eyes despite the tension of the situation. "Ẹnìkan gbọ́dọ̀ wo mí l'ójú," [Someone has to look at me anyway,] she teased, her voice low. But even as she spoke, Bayo caught a flicker of disappointment in her expression. He pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand.
As Adeola began to explain their purpose, requesting Kwame's help in obtaining plans for Auburn Memorial Hospital, the atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. A subtle change in the air, like the calm before a storm, preceded Kwame's transformation. Bayo felt it in his very bones -- a malevolent force taking hold of the man before them.